I recently read this post by Kimberly Johnson titled “Count me out of the positivity cult”. While this could be considered a response to her post, it’s not really an argument against it per say. I thought she brought up some interesting points, and I really do agree with her stance, so definitely take the time to read it. However, it also brought up some deep feelings I had and provoked an impulse to defend positivity… and I’m about to get a bit more honest than I usually do.
From my blog, twitter, and basic attitude these days, some probably consider me to be a part of this “positivity cult” Kimberly describes. I completely see what she is saying about the yoga community in some ways stretching positivity so far that we walk on eggshells around each other, that we are in complete denial and claim outwardly that “everything is perfect” when everything sure as hell is not perfect. Let’s be real here, all I want to do right now is complain about how I am sick, how there’s no way I can start applying for jobs in Florida yet because I can’t afford to fly down there once a week for the next month to interview, and that classes just downright suck right now (besides that, I should be writing my paper not blogging at this specific moment). Outside of my own selfishness, shit is goin’ down in the world… Japan, Libya, you name it, there are problems all over the place. Really, nothing is perfect!! At all!!
However, when I try incredibly hard to be positive in all situations, it’s not me being in denial or trying to act like everything is perfect. Although my blog and my twitter tries to express nothing but positive thoughts, it’s because I just don’t see any use in wasting any more of my time being morose about life. Sure, maybe I am trying to “fake-it-until-I-make-it” as Kimberly puts it… but that’s how I get through things alive.
If I didn’t try to put everything into a positive spin, if I didn’t tell myself constantly that everything happens for a reason and I am put through hard times for a purpose, I’d be back where I was a year or two ago when I was convinced that things were so useless and horrible that taking my own life was the only option. I did not want to be slapped on a drug and numbed into oblivion for my depression… I wanted to fight it with my mind instead, and I do it every single day still. For me, positivity is not denial. For me and I’m sure many others like me, it’s flipping the script. It’s getting more out of life than being depressed all the time. It’s living.
This is why I appreciate the positivity cult, and this is why I appreciate the yoga community and it’s secret code. Although I must reiterate that I agree with Kimberly that there is definitely an irony in existence and so many people out there spew positivity because it’s what they think others want to hear… and I also must reiterate that you have got to read this post! But, I also had to point out that not all of us positivity junkies are full of phony baloney.